Fire is the best of servants; but what a master!
- Carlyle
There are few good reasons to add fire play to your BDSM Playlist:
A - It provides the same energy as a flogging with less effort
B - A lot less toys to carry around
C - It adds a sensuality to your pain play
D - Welcome to the world of edge play!
I have an upcoming workshop on Fire Play Basics at Lair De Sade in North Hollywood on January 2, 2010. This workshop will cover the basics from making and buying fire wands and flash cotton, easy hair removal, positioning, and of course safety!
Hope to see and meet some of you there.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
The Perfect Switch
I hadn’t notice that Alex let the chain slacken between the collar he wore and my gloved hand. Mistress Olivia and I were talking about her Saturday night spanking scene with a new submissive. She was still on her ‘Top High’ describing the responsiveness of her bottom to her large, powerful hands.
“And how did he respond to your intensity?”
“He was purring like a kitten, kept wiggling me for more.”
We laughed at the way submissive men found they could communicate so effectively with their asses when their mouths were gagged.
“How long do you think he’ll last? You know you have a tendency to make them fall in love with you, and then you kick them to the curb.” I heard her shift on the other end of the phone.
“Well if I had what you had on the end of my leash I wouldn’t be so quick to kick. But they forget themselves when they think they have a say in the relationship. I didn’t change who I was, what makes them think they can try to change me?”
“I heard that. Alex needs to be reminded of his place constantly, but he enjoys the discipline as well. And I enjoy giving it to him. It suits us well.”
I loved my Sunday evening walks with Alex, watching the sun set over the Chihuahuan desert mountain range, 140 miles southwest of El Paso, TX. The walk calmed Alex’s hyper mind and perfectionist tendencies. It allowed his normally tensed body to relax and enjoy his submission. But it took some time for him to get into the state of surrender and trust.
While I listened to Olivia giggle about the size of her subs penis, I felt the chain pull against my hand. I looked back to make sure Alex was not in distress, but saw instead the challenge in his eyes daring me to discipline him. I just turned back to the sun, slowing wrapping the chain around my palm and gave it a firm jerk. Alex sputtered forward kicking up grass, choking and cursing under his breath, but he kept up again. I looped around the enclosed dog run and stopped to lean on the fence so I could concentrate on our conversation. When I next looked down, Alex was kissing my left boot. I let him continue covering the top of the boot and then lifted my heel so the toe was pointed into the grass exposing the under side of the boot for him to continue, whispering to him “that’s my perfect pet.” Alex was 5’ 5” but with my five inch, black, stiletto, thigh high, latex boots I was four inches taller. And my matching daisy duke, cuffed, shorts and Victorian, buckled bodice corset was perfect for outdoor kink walk about.
Alex was the first submissive I brought to my remote home in the upper valley half mile away from the Rio Grande River. He earned this right after months of weekend drives from his home on east side of town 31 miles away, to my place on the west side. Alex was required to come to my home, pack my antique leather suitcases with the night’s assortment of leather floggers, restraints and a variety of insertables, and then carry the bags to my car. Then we drove the local dungeon, back on the east side of town. It was a delightful way to watch him unwind through all the inane steps I put him through, his frustration grew and cede, all the while encouraging him as he perfected his patience, pain tolerance and orgasm denial.
I met Alex three years earlier when I was just discovering BDSM after graduate school. Life choices were all new and abundant after finally finishing the last twenty-one years of my life completing my PhD in Linear Physics. The rest of my life was mine to decide. I could finally fill it with the interests that I couldn’t pursue in Sao Paolo. There is a large active BDSM community in Sao Paolo, but I was too serious of a student to venture out beyond an occasional carnival party for a little release of tension, frustration and loneliness. I too was a perfectionist and my life was full of order, but my blood was full of lust and after years of controlling that powerful impulse, I had now the time and money to pursue it.
Alex sat across from me at my first munch, a monthly lunch meeting for kinky people who found each other online. Neither of us had played with anyone in public or private, but we were equally turned on by each other almost immediately. Alex was Irish and he spoke English as fast as I did Portuguese. He asked everyone he met, his or her history, choices and interest in the lifestyle and I would listen with him. The same things turned us on. We both loved latex boots, the higher and shinier, the better. We both wanted the sensual play not to end in with orgasm, that was so vanilla sex, and this exploration was so much more. Controlling the deliverance of pain would cause so much arousal that without genitals being touched at all, and simply saying, “Come” at just the right time, could bring mind exploding orgasms. It was like finding a room full of hidden treasure in my very own body, bedroom and basement. Alex asked after the end of my fourth munch asked if he could be my submissive. Flattered and hungry to try out some of the new techniques we were both learning, said yes.
That was the beginning of our first year full of roller coaster rides of painful mistakes, marks, bleeding, shouting, screaming, tears, laughter, wonder and amazement of how much we both had been missing in our regular lives. Alex was both pupil and teacher, reading everything he could on different styles of play from puppy role-playing to the more extreme needle, fire and cutting and then saving me the time by sharing what he learned with me.
My Brazilian mother would be proud of me, seeing this Anglo American man crawling at my feet naked. I remember when she saw me start to trail after boys with puppy dog eyes; she was the one who told me ‘only a puppy on a leash should have that look. Walk, talk and act like you don’t need a man, and you will get a man on a leash.’ I chuckled at the thought of sending Momma a picture of Alex on that leash with caption you taught me well!
At 35 years old, my submissive looked more like a young sergeant than a retired Marine Captain from Nebraska. Lean and athletic with four-pack abs on his compact frame. He climbed up and through cargo beds, careful not to damage boxes when he decided to count cargo himself. His anger was quick to the surface causing his highly freckled face and burnt orange hair to become one hot glowing rod just pulled out of a cauldron. When his frustration reached boiling point, he walked in my door, stripped naked and knelt down on the floor and waited for me to help him flog the stress away. And I did. I could gauge his rage by the speed at which he drove the unpaved dirt road up to my house. The flying dust soared from his truck tires and I knew he needed more time on his knees, but not to long to cause more frustration.
“Sit” I watched Alex sit on the back of his feet, while I moved closer to his body. Still chatting with Olivia I pulled on the chain, and said “Brace.” He lifted his ass, flattening his back and steadied himself and became my bench. I wanted to finish my conversation seated and also engage Alex’s mind while he focused on supporting my weight.
I worked at a research lab in Northern New Mexico and taught graduate courses in Las Cruces. When I gave them a nearly impossible algebra calculation, I wrote it at the top of the chalkboard. I had to reach up on my tiptoes, which required their eyes to follow my short hemline. I’d stop in the middle of a string of the formula and turning quickly to see if they were paying attention, and happy to see them crossing their legs over their erections.
Playing with the chain while I listen to Olivia now start to drone on to long, so I took the slack in the chain and swung it against Alex’s balls. He responds instantly, “One! Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” I smile, he’s ready for more. The chain catches the sack squarely this time, another grunt of air, “Two! Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” Aiming now and swinging I strike harder, “Three! Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” Alex is breathing in deeply and slowly his mind and body ready for the next strike. “Four, Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” Alex moans when his erection had crested. I wait for his breathing to even out, the sign that told me he was ready for more. Beads of sweat begin to form after strike nine and find that his shoulders are flushed bright red, another signal that he was aroused, “Ten, Thank you Mistress, may I have another?”
Olivia heard Alex in the background, “Ah I know that sound, Alex will be chewing the phone out of your hand next, and will we see you and Alex next weekend then?”
“Yes I think so, I’ll call you if we plan to come out. Ciao.” Whap! Alex sucks in air seeing the white light of pain cover his eyelids chasing the red out momentarily. I level my gloved hand squarely on his balls forcing them into his body.
“Thank you Mistress may I please have another?” His erection is complete and the first drops of glistening pre-cum drip lazily onto the grass.
“Not now. You’ve been a very bad pet; I’m taking you to the basement and disciplining you before you will get to eat dinner tonight, as I’m still quite dry.” I stood up reached for his red hair and forced his nose to my crotch. “You know there is no dinner until I’m eaten, now get downstairs and pull out my medical tray.”
“Yes Mistress.” Alex stands, he’s stiff from my weight, but he’s smiling and holds out his hands to take the leash, heads down to my basement turned dungeon.
In the morning, Alex left for work without making a sound. He slept at my feet on a small futon. When I awoke I found a note taped to my computer screen ‘with your permission, I will call Jeanine tonight to play. But I am as always available to you anytime you should desire me. Coffee is made, orange juiced is poured and fruit awaits you in a covered bowl.’ He knew how to get my permission.
I smiled, Alex never wanted to be far from my reach, but knew not to sit at home and wait for my call. Jeanine was a 22 year old submissive he began dominating before we met. She wanted to explore sexual domination and pain play. Her soft, plump, fair skinned body was ill prepared for the hot desert sun and she wisely stayed indoors as often as possible. Alex trained her as she wished slut, service and humiliation. She was more interested in sexual stimulus than physical pain. Alex was fascinated with her hunger for verbal abuse and compared his desire for physical pain to hers for the emotional kind of hurt. We often discussed her training.
“She wants to be forced to be a bad girl.”
“And what’s wrong with a little face slapping and rough sex?” I asked waiting for his reaction.
“Nothing I suppose if that’s your kink. It’s just not my favorite. I feel like her meat puppet giving her what she wants when I’m not into it.”
“And you think I am?” I let the possibility register with him.
“Mistress, my only wish is to be what you desire, my purpose is your happiness.”
“And you make me very happy pet, now give the girl her happiness and take her anally this evening.” I chuckled knowing Alex’s face would light up at the thought of penetrating Jeanine with the force he usually enjoyed on the receiving end.
“Yes Mistress we shall see, and I will report back to you all the details.”
“You better and I don’t want to miss one stroke, slap, pinch, insertion, and on and on and on!”
“ But I will make her work for it. Thank you Mistress you are kind and understanding.”
“But not without my limits.” I felt I needed to remind Alex that I was not without my own jealous tendencies.
“Yes Mistress, my pleasure and desire is at your feet.”
“And that’s why you are the perfect switch.”
When he called me later that evening I could tell he was tired but I reminded him I wanted the blow by blow, not just a summary.
“Yes Mistress I thought you would, and I am prepared. I called Jeanine at 6:05 p.m. She answered on the first ring with her typical chipper voice, ‘Good evening Sir, how might I serve you this evening?’ as she has finally learned to do. I asked her if she had been waiting long for my call. I knew it had been over a week and she might have probably chewed her leg off by now, she responded truthfully, ‘yes sir, a moment away from you is like an eternity.’
“I told her, ‘continue to flatter me slut’ and then I asked her about her nipple training. She started to tell me what time every evening she started her training and I waited for her confession, which I had hope would come.
‘I have done my best to be good most of the week.’ So I asked what do you mean most of the week? And then she told me that she couldn’t help her accidental orgasms during the week. I sighed and told her if she couldn’t understand the difference between the words most and all, she needed to find a new Dom.”
“You didn’t tell her that.” I loved it.
“No Mistress, but I wanted to. Instead I told her no. Actually I asked her, what does a cunt whore like her deserve? I apologize Mistress for my language, however I wanted to be accurate.”
“That’s fine pet, continue.”
She remained silent, probably masturbating away so I said, ‘don’t call me until you have remembered all the kajira poses. ‘ She stammered wanting to ask another question, but I cut her off, ‘no nothing more and then I scolded her about the role of a Master vs. a meat puppet and then I hung up.”
“Ouch you are a tough Dom. “ I smiled to myself I had trained him well.
“As you have taught me Mistress. Pleasure comes to the well behaved, not the lazy. The best discipline for her or any disobedient submissive is to withdraw, not strike. That is what they fear the most.”
“How true grasshopper” in my mock Asian accent.
“She knows nothing about the Gorean books, so that will give her some one handed reading while she longs after the science fiction life of female slaves on the mirror planet to earth, free from any women’s liberation, and where women are slaves to be used by any man. Anyway the poses will keep her mind busy.”
“And her hands.” I loved the picture of the 5’ 10” brunette masturbating with one hand and reading in the other while on her knees executing the poses.
“Yes, Mistress I’m sure she will be as well.” But how may I please you this evening?”
“Yes I need you this evening. I want to talk to you about something important.”
“What time would you like me there?”
“Seven thirty two. Not a minute earlier, or later.” I smiled knowing his weakness for being late. Allowing him the two minutes would make him hyperaware of the time even more.
“Thank you Mistress, I shall be there as you have graciously commanded.”
It was time to talk about moving to California with me. Earlier in the week I was offered a position with the Livermore National Labs as lead researcher. They’d built a new star creation lab. A dream job, so early in my career and I couldn’t turn it down, but I needed Alex. I wanted a 24/7 relationship with this man and I knew he wanted it as well but I was not sure he wanted California. I thought the only thing that could make me happier was a collaring ceremony of ownership and service to each other. But we’d never discussed it. He asked me once, but it was in the middle of play and I was so shocked by his outburst I was thrown out of my top space and not in the mood to discuss relationship questions and walked out of the dungeon. He was not tied down to anything and I waited for him to come up and discuss it. I guess he figured I didn’t want to talk about it and he left instead. The subject remained closed from then on. But I once read one of his online posts desiring a 24/7 relationship. I avoided the subject of commitment, but now felt it was time. I couldn’t imagine he would say no, but I couldn’t imagine a perfect world either.
Alex was born for service and order. His military demeanor was still with him eight years after leaving the service. I had a group of Dommes over for tea Alex served and lead the other submissives male and female follow his lead and learn from his direction. I made him read a new book every week on service, slavery or technique, so by the time we met on the weekend, we were both eager to try something new. He became enamored with tea service and requested performing a Japanese tea ceremony.
I worked from home so Alex was over on a daily basis. I made floggers and leather clothing for us both. My workroom held two larges table, one that doubled as a medical staging space for cuttings and knife play with Alex. We played together for the last three years and it was time to make a commitment beyond play partners. I knew he wanted to wear my collar of ownership.
It was 5:43 pm and so I had time to shower and change before Alex would be at the door. The collar was on the coffee table ready for it’s owner this night if he would have it.
At 7:20 pm I could see Alex turning the last corner of paved road before turning onto my dirt path. That road served more as a warning alarm to me of any intruder who stumbled upon the rural stretch.
Alex slowed down and tried to reduce the amount of dust coming from his tires. He was early and he knew I wouldn’t let him in early, so he waited. And since he’d learned that he would have to wait on his knees at the front door, timeliness really mattered. 7:28 pm. At 7:30 pm he takes his foot off the gas, letting the truck coast down the last two minutes to stop in front of the house. He knew he could kill a minute in the truck primping, then he emerges in his 501’s, black tank and aviator frames.
At 7:32:15 pm he rang the doorbell. I opened immediately after the ring and Alex jumped. I fold my arms blocking the doorway. “In what frame of mind do you come to me this evening?”
“Ready to serve Mistress.” Alex lowered his gaze smiling as he looked down to see my bright red toes in his favorite pair of mules, with three inch black stilettos with red polka dots. The color was two shades darker than my corset dress, but just as shiny and it fit like a glove.
“Then enter on your knees.” And with that command Alex dropped to his knees and as I stepped aside for him to enter. Alex crawled through the hallway far enough end so I could close the door and I turned following him in to his kneeling place and reached down and grab his scrotum. He yelped and then began to softly moan. I tugged and twisted creating the repetition of moans from pain and pleasure. “Now go to your bed.” I released him and he knew this was a play night versus a directive to head to the basement. “Good now sit.” Alex moved onto the throw pillow I made and monogrammed for him and he knelt with knees together, penis puffing up under his jeans, his hands resting on his thighs. “Why are you here?”
“To serve my Mistress as she pleases to use this worthless toy.” Alex couldn’t help smiling; he loved the reinforcement of his commitment. He like I couldn’t find the attention, the usefulness and the pleasure we wanted from any other place outside these four walls.
“Alex you are not worthless, but of great value, loyal, devoted and eager to please me. And this evening I have a reward for you but first we have to speak as man and woman.”
“Yes, Mistress how might I please you?”
“Aren’t we the eager one this evening?” I walked across the living room to my favorite high back chair, “tonight call me Riva and you are my dear Alex”
“It is time for me to make a change. I am tired of this small town and want to live this life 24/7. I have decided to move to Northern California.”
Alex looked up at me unashamedly allowing tears to well up in his eyes. “May I serve you there, Mistress?”
“Alex I hoped you would say that, pet, of course you may. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to be with you 24/7.” We were about to both get up and stand to hug him, but I stopped. “Alex this is serious I mean it, I want to live with you 24/7.”
He smiled and sighed releasing more tears as he crawled off his pillow to my feet and began to kiss them. He continued laughing. “I thought you were sending me away.”
“I see you are happy about this decision and so we have much to discuss this evening, but first let us play and celebrate properly, seven.” Alex quickly laid flat on his back opening his legs, his arms by his side. I walked between his legs and pressed my left foot against his ball sack, pushing it painfully into his groin. Alex moaned and smiled then I drew my foot back and kicked him squarely again dead center.
“Thank you Mistress, may I please have another?”
“Not yet pet, I would like my just deserts.” I walked up his torso straddling his face and slowly lowered myself onto his smiling face.
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Alex tended to the business of packing both our households with the skill that his profession taught him. He negotiated the transfer of their goods and we flew two weekends later to find a home we could rent which had all the amenities we hoped for, a spacious basement, three bedrooms and a backyard with room for a dog run. When Alex gave his notice, the owner begged him to stay, and when he didn’t he was fired on the spot. We met the leather community in the tri-valley area and I relished the opportunity of working from home, being with Alex. We moved just as the summer heat began to take the desert temps above 100 degrees. Now it was time to make arrangements for Jeanine.
I phoned Jeanine so she knew we would be together delivering our plans for her. I knew he would have a hard time releasing her. “Meet us at 7:00 pm.”
Jeanine arrived on time Alex let her in where she stripped naked and knelt.
“Jeanine, Alex and I wanted to speak to you in person about your future.” Jeanine slowly looked up to me and then at Alex. We are moving away. We both care about your training, learning and growing in this lifestyle. You, like us have taken the red pill, and there is no turning back now on our desires on our lusts, hungers and needs, am I right?”
Jeanine nodded affirmatively but remained silent. Alex piped in “Only you can decide if you are ready for more training, or service or switching roles. I have taken you as far as I can. Tonight we will talk over dinner.”
After dinner Jeanine asked to be auctioned off like a slave. Alex and I both looked at each other and smiled. Alex said “Sure kiddo, that would be fun, we could do it this weekend at our farewell party.”
We gathered our friends for one last Mexican Fiesta our last Saturday night in the desert. When all the Dominants were served, Alex cleared a space in back yard and stacked two pallets on top of each other and then stood by the kitchen door.
“My friends and fellow kinksters we are so thankful you have welcomed Alex and I into this community and sharing our love of kink.” Twenty friends half seated and the other half were kneeling. You are all aware that Alex’s submissive Jeanine has not been among us this evening. But she is here and she is very eager to be before you this evening. She’s requested to be auctioned off as a slave, so she can be the slut she desires to be and serve any and probably all of you.”
The audience smiles and nodded, some one called out, “Let’s see her then!”
“Ah we have an eager bidder already.” Alex stepped into the kitchen and then to the basement to retrieve Jeanine. She arrived wearing a thickly padded, leather hood with nose holes for breathing and bound in cuffs behind her back and a two-foot spreader bar with restraints around her ankles. Alex walked her to the pallets, and assisted her up the small platform. He turns her around for the audience to see both of her nipples and labia pierced.
The crowd applauded at the markings the girl had taken making her body available for use of pleasure and pain.
“You should have brought her out months ago.” Damone a black Dom who liked his women pierced and he already had two submissives in his poly household.
“She has amused and intrigued me, and she enjoys oral service and learning. “ Alex stroked her breast with the back of his hand. “And she responds well to all matter of touch and voice commands. “
“How is her service?” Olivia took a sip of wine and handed the glass down to her kneeling boy who had both arms uplifted waiting to hold her glass. Alex smiled and turned to the Jeanine, but she ever so slightly pulled her legs further apart.
A grey haired man, who stood furthest away from Jeanine, posed a question for the Alex, “Is her service from love of her Master or love of service?”
“Very good question, Master Steven, I have not taken this woman as my personal sex slave. She serves as a submissive trainee and is free to choose her lovers and her lifestyle as she sees fit.” Her service to me was out of her need for discipline. Her affections you will find strong, but that is because she loves the paddle and craves the cane. You will find her a delight to take to leather events and conferences and quite the slut for public display and humiliation. She has prepared herself for this and even more, she requested be sold to you her friends in the lifestyle.”
“Ladies and Gentleman, you see her excitement and sex is already quite stimulated.” Alex turned her around and bent her over and began to spank her ass. Slowly at first, evenly spreading the impact between the two cheeks. Bracing his weight squarely he carried most of the weight on his feet, but then he lifted her head up and started slapping her pubic area and Jeanine moaned with pleasure. After about 5 minutes of increasingly stronger succession of slaps, she sucked in her breath, panted and wiggled her ass signaling she was ready for more. “I have trained her to take pain and turn it into the endorphin rush of pleasure. She can take up to a seven on the pain scale and given more training, she could probably reach an eight. “ With that Jeanine wiggled again, and the audience laughed at her eagerness. She is not a screamer and as you can see her body is in beautiful shape. She wears a size 10 and she has a lovely leather wardrobe and a fetish for Victorian corsets. She is interested in some sexual play but has hard limits on scat, cutting, and age play. Bruising and accidental cuts are fine. She has a stable job and lives alone. But does not want to play in her space.” Alex pulled on her nipple rings. “Such a delightful responsive, this submissive will be hours of fun.”
“Mistress Amber spoke up, “Whom does she desire to serve?”
“Another excellent question. I have not played with her outside my own home and only at a few leather events across the country. She has happily submitted to Domme’s at these events, and from her reports afterwards, she has enjoyed them greatly. She shines beautifully in the hands of a strong, demanding Dominant of any sex good slave material.” Alex patted her head. “Mistress Riva and I would be very pleased to see Jeanine in one of your households for service as you see fit. She has been a good pet, powerful bottom, a gentle submissive and a great slut. It is my pleasure to present her and ask that you start the bidding. And there are no minimum bids, so let’s start at one peso.” Alex let the audience laugh that gave him a moment to turn away, clear his throat and wipe a tear away.
“Can she be trained to switch? Jonathan asked, a bisexual switch who transferred here with the Army.
“If you wish, but remember that you take on a much larger and demanding role in her life. She has a ravenous sexual appetite, so should be cautious about putting a flogger in her hand.” Alex glanced over to me, and smiled.
“We all know we can’t get all our dining pleasure from the same restaurant, we want variety. And Jeanine offers that variety. “I’ve printed her stats here along with her contact information, now who shall start the bid for this fine slave princess?” Four hands shot up.
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The trucks were waiting for Alex and I to lead our caravan across the desert and we made the trip in two long days. He walked over to the moving crew and asked them to give them a few minutes while they opened the house and they could begin unloading. Alex opened the front door and waited for me to enter the house first. When he started to follow me I blocked the doorway and turned to him saying, “Who is Master of this house?”
“You are Mistress” Alex responded his head now bowed in submission.
“And only the Master enters on two feet.” Before he could move, trembling, I knelt down bowing my head in submission. “And this day you are the Master and I am the slave.”
Alex smiled and lifted my chin in his hand, “You have indeed trained me well for this day.”
After the boxes were unloaded, and Alex reclined on the couch and I knelt on my monogrammed pillow resting my head on his knee, we finished pizza in our new home. “Sir, why did you chose me over Jeanine?”
“You’re training was complete.”
“And how did he respond to your intensity?”
“He was purring like a kitten, kept wiggling me for more.”
We laughed at the way submissive men found they could communicate so effectively with their asses when their mouths were gagged.
“How long do you think he’ll last? You know you have a tendency to make them fall in love with you, and then you kick them to the curb.” I heard her shift on the other end of the phone.
“Well if I had what you had on the end of my leash I wouldn’t be so quick to kick. But they forget themselves when they think they have a say in the relationship. I didn’t change who I was, what makes them think they can try to change me?”
“I heard that. Alex needs to be reminded of his place constantly, but he enjoys the discipline as well. And I enjoy giving it to him. It suits us well.”
I loved my Sunday evening walks with Alex, watching the sun set over the Chihuahuan desert mountain range, 140 miles southwest of El Paso, TX. The walk calmed Alex’s hyper mind and perfectionist tendencies. It allowed his normally tensed body to relax and enjoy his submission. But it took some time for him to get into the state of surrender and trust.
While I listened to Olivia giggle about the size of her subs penis, I felt the chain pull against my hand. I looked back to make sure Alex was not in distress, but saw instead the challenge in his eyes daring me to discipline him. I just turned back to the sun, slowing wrapping the chain around my palm and gave it a firm jerk. Alex sputtered forward kicking up grass, choking and cursing under his breath, but he kept up again. I looped around the enclosed dog run and stopped to lean on the fence so I could concentrate on our conversation. When I next looked down, Alex was kissing my left boot. I let him continue covering the top of the boot and then lifted my heel so the toe was pointed into the grass exposing the under side of the boot for him to continue, whispering to him “that’s my perfect pet.” Alex was 5’ 5” but with my five inch, black, stiletto, thigh high, latex boots I was four inches taller. And my matching daisy duke, cuffed, shorts and Victorian, buckled bodice corset was perfect for outdoor kink walk about.
Alex was the first submissive I brought to my remote home in the upper valley half mile away from the Rio Grande River. He earned this right after months of weekend drives from his home on east side of town 31 miles away, to my place on the west side. Alex was required to come to my home, pack my antique leather suitcases with the night’s assortment of leather floggers, restraints and a variety of insertables, and then carry the bags to my car. Then we drove the local dungeon, back on the east side of town. It was a delightful way to watch him unwind through all the inane steps I put him through, his frustration grew and cede, all the while encouraging him as he perfected his patience, pain tolerance and orgasm denial.
I met Alex three years earlier when I was just discovering BDSM after graduate school. Life choices were all new and abundant after finally finishing the last twenty-one years of my life completing my PhD in Linear Physics. The rest of my life was mine to decide. I could finally fill it with the interests that I couldn’t pursue in Sao Paolo. There is a large active BDSM community in Sao Paolo, but I was too serious of a student to venture out beyond an occasional carnival party for a little release of tension, frustration and loneliness. I too was a perfectionist and my life was full of order, but my blood was full of lust and after years of controlling that powerful impulse, I had now the time and money to pursue it.
Alex sat across from me at my first munch, a monthly lunch meeting for kinky people who found each other online. Neither of us had played with anyone in public or private, but we were equally turned on by each other almost immediately. Alex was Irish and he spoke English as fast as I did Portuguese. He asked everyone he met, his or her history, choices and interest in the lifestyle and I would listen with him. The same things turned us on. We both loved latex boots, the higher and shinier, the better. We both wanted the sensual play not to end in with orgasm, that was so vanilla sex, and this exploration was so much more. Controlling the deliverance of pain would cause so much arousal that without genitals being touched at all, and simply saying, “Come” at just the right time, could bring mind exploding orgasms. It was like finding a room full of hidden treasure in my very own body, bedroom and basement. Alex asked after the end of my fourth munch asked if he could be my submissive. Flattered and hungry to try out some of the new techniques we were both learning, said yes.
That was the beginning of our first year full of roller coaster rides of painful mistakes, marks, bleeding, shouting, screaming, tears, laughter, wonder and amazement of how much we both had been missing in our regular lives. Alex was both pupil and teacher, reading everything he could on different styles of play from puppy role-playing to the more extreme needle, fire and cutting and then saving me the time by sharing what he learned with me.
My Brazilian mother would be proud of me, seeing this Anglo American man crawling at my feet naked. I remember when she saw me start to trail after boys with puppy dog eyes; she was the one who told me ‘only a puppy on a leash should have that look. Walk, talk and act like you don’t need a man, and you will get a man on a leash.’ I chuckled at the thought of sending Momma a picture of Alex on that leash with caption you taught me well!
At 35 years old, my submissive looked more like a young sergeant than a retired Marine Captain from Nebraska. Lean and athletic with four-pack abs on his compact frame. He climbed up and through cargo beds, careful not to damage boxes when he decided to count cargo himself. His anger was quick to the surface causing his highly freckled face and burnt orange hair to become one hot glowing rod just pulled out of a cauldron. When his frustration reached boiling point, he walked in my door, stripped naked and knelt down on the floor and waited for me to help him flog the stress away. And I did. I could gauge his rage by the speed at which he drove the unpaved dirt road up to my house. The flying dust soared from his truck tires and I knew he needed more time on his knees, but not to long to cause more frustration.
“Sit” I watched Alex sit on the back of his feet, while I moved closer to his body. Still chatting with Olivia I pulled on the chain, and said “Brace.” He lifted his ass, flattening his back and steadied himself and became my bench. I wanted to finish my conversation seated and also engage Alex’s mind while he focused on supporting my weight.
I worked at a research lab in Northern New Mexico and taught graduate courses in Las Cruces. When I gave them a nearly impossible algebra calculation, I wrote it at the top of the chalkboard. I had to reach up on my tiptoes, which required their eyes to follow my short hemline. I’d stop in the middle of a string of the formula and turning quickly to see if they were paying attention, and happy to see them crossing their legs over their erections.
Playing with the chain while I listen to Olivia now start to drone on to long, so I took the slack in the chain and swung it against Alex’s balls. He responds instantly, “One! Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” I smile, he’s ready for more. The chain catches the sack squarely this time, another grunt of air, “Two! Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” Aiming now and swinging I strike harder, “Three! Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” Alex is breathing in deeply and slowly his mind and body ready for the next strike. “Four, Thank you Mistress, may I have another?” Alex moans when his erection had crested. I wait for his breathing to even out, the sign that told me he was ready for more. Beads of sweat begin to form after strike nine and find that his shoulders are flushed bright red, another signal that he was aroused, “Ten, Thank you Mistress, may I have another?”
Olivia heard Alex in the background, “Ah I know that sound, Alex will be chewing the phone out of your hand next, and will we see you and Alex next weekend then?”
“Yes I think so, I’ll call you if we plan to come out. Ciao.” Whap! Alex sucks in air seeing the white light of pain cover his eyelids chasing the red out momentarily. I level my gloved hand squarely on his balls forcing them into his body.
“Thank you Mistress may I please have another?” His erection is complete and the first drops of glistening pre-cum drip lazily onto the grass.
“Not now. You’ve been a very bad pet; I’m taking you to the basement and disciplining you before you will get to eat dinner tonight, as I’m still quite dry.” I stood up reached for his red hair and forced his nose to my crotch. “You know there is no dinner until I’m eaten, now get downstairs and pull out my medical tray.”
“Yes Mistress.” Alex stands, he’s stiff from my weight, but he’s smiling and holds out his hands to take the leash, heads down to my basement turned dungeon.
In the morning, Alex left for work without making a sound. He slept at my feet on a small futon. When I awoke I found a note taped to my computer screen ‘with your permission, I will call Jeanine tonight to play. But I am as always available to you anytime you should desire me. Coffee is made, orange juiced is poured and fruit awaits you in a covered bowl.’ He knew how to get my permission.
I smiled, Alex never wanted to be far from my reach, but knew not to sit at home and wait for my call. Jeanine was a 22 year old submissive he began dominating before we met. She wanted to explore sexual domination and pain play. Her soft, plump, fair skinned body was ill prepared for the hot desert sun and she wisely stayed indoors as often as possible. Alex trained her as she wished slut, service and humiliation. She was more interested in sexual stimulus than physical pain. Alex was fascinated with her hunger for verbal abuse and compared his desire for physical pain to hers for the emotional kind of hurt. We often discussed her training.
“She wants to be forced to be a bad girl.”
“And what’s wrong with a little face slapping and rough sex?” I asked waiting for his reaction.
“Nothing I suppose if that’s your kink. It’s just not my favorite. I feel like her meat puppet giving her what she wants when I’m not into it.”
“And you think I am?” I let the possibility register with him.
“Mistress, my only wish is to be what you desire, my purpose is your happiness.”
“And you make me very happy pet, now give the girl her happiness and take her anally this evening.” I chuckled knowing Alex’s face would light up at the thought of penetrating Jeanine with the force he usually enjoyed on the receiving end.
“Yes Mistress we shall see, and I will report back to you all the details.”
“You better and I don’t want to miss one stroke, slap, pinch, insertion, and on and on and on!”
“ But I will make her work for it. Thank you Mistress you are kind and understanding.”
“But not without my limits.” I felt I needed to remind Alex that I was not without my own jealous tendencies.
“Yes Mistress, my pleasure and desire is at your feet.”
“And that’s why you are the perfect switch.”
When he called me later that evening I could tell he was tired but I reminded him I wanted the blow by blow, not just a summary.
“Yes Mistress I thought you would, and I am prepared. I called Jeanine at 6:05 p.m. She answered on the first ring with her typical chipper voice, ‘Good evening Sir, how might I serve you this evening?’ as she has finally learned to do. I asked her if she had been waiting long for my call. I knew it had been over a week and she might have probably chewed her leg off by now, she responded truthfully, ‘yes sir, a moment away from you is like an eternity.’
“I told her, ‘continue to flatter me slut’ and then I asked her about her nipple training. She started to tell me what time every evening she started her training and I waited for her confession, which I had hope would come.
‘I have done my best to be good most of the week.’ So I asked what do you mean most of the week? And then she told me that she couldn’t help her accidental orgasms during the week. I sighed and told her if she couldn’t understand the difference between the words most and all, she needed to find a new Dom.”
“You didn’t tell her that.” I loved it.
“No Mistress, but I wanted to. Instead I told her no. Actually I asked her, what does a cunt whore like her deserve? I apologize Mistress for my language, however I wanted to be accurate.”
“That’s fine pet, continue.”
She remained silent, probably masturbating away so I said, ‘don’t call me until you have remembered all the kajira poses. ‘ She stammered wanting to ask another question, but I cut her off, ‘no nothing more and then I scolded her about the role of a Master vs. a meat puppet and then I hung up.”
“Ouch you are a tough Dom. “ I smiled to myself I had trained him well.
“As you have taught me Mistress. Pleasure comes to the well behaved, not the lazy. The best discipline for her or any disobedient submissive is to withdraw, not strike. That is what they fear the most.”
“How true grasshopper” in my mock Asian accent.
“She knows nothing about the Gorean books, so that will give her some one handed reading while she longs after the science fiction life of female slaves on the mirror planet to earth, free from any women’s liberation, and where women are slaves to be used by any man. Anyway the poses will keep her mind busy.”
“And her hands.” I loved the picture of the 5’ 10” brunette masturbating with one hand and reading in the other while on her knees executing the poses.
“Yes, Mistress I’m sure she will be as well.” But how may I please you this evening?”
“Yes I need you this evening. I want to talk to you about something important.”
“What time would you like me there?”
“Seven thirty two. Not a minute earlier, or later.” I smiled knowing his weakness for being late. Allowing him the two minutes would make him hyperaware of the time even more.
“Thank you Mistress, I shall be there as you have graciously commanded.”
It was time to talk about moving to California with me. Earlier in the week I was offered a position with the Livermore National Labs as lead researcher. They’d built a new star creation lab. A dream job, so early in my career and I couldn’t turn it down, but I needed Alex. I wanted a 24/7 relationship with this man and I knew he wanted it as well but I was not sure he wanted California. I thought the only thing that could make me happier was a collaring ceremony of ownership and service to each other. But we’d never discussed it. He asked me once, but it was in the middle of play and I was so shocked by his outburst I was thrown out of my top space and not in the mood to discuss relationship questions and walked out of the dungeon. He was not tied down to anything and I waited for him to come up and discuss it. I guess he figured I didn’t want to talk about it and he left instead. The subject remained closed from then on. But I once read one of his online posts desiring a 24/7 relationship. I avoided the subject of commitment, but now felt it was time. I couldn’t imagine he would say no, but I couldn’t imagine a perfect world either.
Alex was born for service and order. His military demeanor was still with him eight years after leaving the service. I had a group of Dommes over for tea Alex served and lead the other submissives male and female follow his lead and learn from his direction. I made him read a new book every week on service, slavery or technique, so by the time we met on the weekend, we were both eager to try something new. He became enamored with tea service and requested performing a Japanese tea ceremony.
I worked from home so Alex was over on a daily basis. I made floggers and leather clothing for us both. My workroom held two larges table, one that doubled as a medical staging space for cuttings and knife play with Alex. We played together for the last three years and it was time to make a commitment beyond play partners. I knew he wanted to wear my collar of ownership.
It was 5:43 pm and so I had time to shower and change before Alex would be at the door. The collar was on the coffee table ready for it’s owner this night if he would have it.
At 7:20 pm I could see Alex turning the last corner of paved road before turning onto my dirt path. That road served more as a warning alarm to me of any intruder who stumbled upon the rural stretch.
Alex slowed down and tried to reduce the amount of dust coming from his tires. He was early and he knew I wouldn’t let him in early, so he waited. And since he’d learned that he would have to wait on his knees at the front door, timeliness really mattered. 7:28 pm. At 7:30 pm he takes his foot off the gas, letting the truck coast down the last two minutes to stop in front of the house. He knew he could kill a minute in the truck primping, then he emerges in his 501’s, black tank and aviator frames.
At 7:32:15 pm he rang the doorbell. I opened immediately after the ring and Alex jumped. I fold my arms blocking the doorway. “In what frame of mind do you come to me this evening?”
“Ready to serve Mistress.” Alex lowered his gaze smiling as he looked down to see my bright red toes in his favorite pair of mules, with three inch black stilettos with red polka dots. The color was two shades darker than my corset dress, but just as shiny and it fit like a glove.
“Then enter on your knees.” And with that command Alex dropped to his knees and as I stepped aside for him to enter. Alex crawled through the hallway far enough end so I could close the door and I turned following him in to his kneeling place and reached down and grab his scrotum. He yelped and then began to softly moan. I tugged and twisted creating the repetition of moans from pain and pleasure. “Now go to your bed.” I released him and he knew this was a play night versus a directive to head to the basement. “Good now sit.” Alex moved onto the throw pillow I made and monogrammed for him and he knelt with knees together, penis puffing up under his jeans, his hands resting on his thighs. “Why are you here?”
“To serve my Mistress as she pleases to use this worthless toy.” Alex couldn’t help smiling; he loved the reinforcement of his commitment. He like I couldn’t find the attention, the usefulness and the pleasure we wanted from any other place outside these four walls.
“Alex you are not worthless, but of great value, loyal, devoted and eager to please me. And this evening I have a reward for you but first we have to speak as man and woman.”
“Yes, Mistress how might I please you?”
“Aren’t we the eager one this evening?” I walked across the living room to my favorite high back chair, “tonight call me Riva and you are my dear Alex”
“It is time for me to make a change. I am tired of this small town and want to live this life 24/7. I have decided to move to Northern California.”
Alex looked up at me unashamedly allowing tears to well up in his eyes. “May I serve you there, Mistress?”
“Alex I hoped you would say that, pet, of course you may. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to be with you 24/7.” We were about to both get up and stand to hug him, but I stopped. “Alex this is serious I mean it, I want to live with you 24/7.”
He smiled and sighed releasing more tears as he crawled off his pillow to my feet and began to kiss them. He continued laughing. “I thought you were sending me away.”
“I see you are happy about this decision and so we have much to discuss this evening, but first let us play and celebrate properly, seven.” Alex quickly laid flat on his back opening his legs, his arms by his side. I walked between his legs and pressed my left foot against his ball sack, pushing it painfully into his groin. Alex moaned and smiled then I drew my foot back and kicked him squarely again dead center.
“Thank you Mistress, may I please have another?”
“Not yet pet, I would like my just deserts.” I walked up his torso straddling his face and slowly lowered myself onto his smiling face.
~~~~~~
Alex tended to the business of packing both our households with the skill that his profession taught him. He negotiated the transfer of their goods and we flew two weekends later to find a home we could rent which had all the amenities we hoped for, a spacious basement, three bedrooms and a backyard with room for a dog run. When Alex gave his notice, the owner begged him to stay, and when he didn’t he was fired on the spot. We met the leather community in the tri-valley area and I relished the opportunity of working from home, being with Alex. We moved just as the summer heat began to take the desert temps above 100 degrees. Now it was time to make arrangements for Jeanine.
I phoned Jeanine so she knew we would be together delivering our plans for her. I knew he would have a hard time releasing her. “Meet us at 7:00 pm.”
Jeanine arrived on time Alex let her in where she stripped naked and knelt.
“Jeanine, Alex and I wanted to speak to you in person about your future.” Jeanine slowly looked up to me and then at Alex. We are moving away. We both care about your training, learning and growing in this lifestyle. You, like us have taken the red pill, and there is no turning back now on our desires on our lusts, hungers and needs, am I right?”
Jeanine nodded affirmatively but remained silent. Alex piped in “Only you can decide if you are ready for more training, or service or switching roles. I have taken you as far as I can. Tonight we will talk over dinner.”
After dinner Jeanine asked to be auctioned off like a slave. Alex and I both looked at each other and smiled. Alex said “Sure kiddo, that would be fun, we could do it this weekend at our farewell party.”
We gathered our friends for one last Mexican Fiesta our last Saturday night in the desert. When all the Dominants were served, Alex cleared a space in back yard and stacked two pallets on top of each other and then stood by the kitchen door.
“My friends and fellow kinksters we are so thankful you have welcomed Alex and I into this community and sharing our love of kink.” Twenty friends half seated and the other half were kneeling. You are all aware that Alex’s submissive Jeanine has not been among us this evening. But she is here and she is very eager to be before you this evening. She’s requested to be auctioned off as a slave, so she can be the slut she desires to be and serve any and probably all of you.”
The audience smiles and nodded, some one called out, “Let’s see her then!”
“Ah we have an eager bidder already.” Alex stepped into the kitchen and then to the basement to retrieve Jeanine. She arrived wearing a thickly padded, leather hood with nose holes for breathing and bound in cuffs behind her back and a two-foot spreader bar with restraints around her ankles. Alex walked her to the pallets, and assisted her up the small platform. He turns her around for the audience to see both of her nipples and labia pierced.
The crowd applauded at the markings the girl had taken making her body available for use of pleasure and pain.
“You should have brought her out months ago.” Damone a black Dom who liked his women pierced and he already had two submissives in his poly household.
“She has amused and intrigued me, and she enjoys oral service and learning. “ Alex stroked her breast with the back of his hand. “And she responds well to all matter of touch and voice commands. “
“How is her service?” Olivia took a sip of wine and handed the glass down to her kneeling boy who had both arms uplifted waiting to hold her glass. Alex smiled and turned to the Jeanine, but she ever so slightly pulled her legs further apart.
A grey haired man, who stood furthest away from Jeanine, posed a question for the Alex, “Is her service from love of her Master or love of service?”
“Very good question, Master Steven, I have not taken this woman as my personal sex slave. She serves as a submissive trainee and is free to choose her lovers and her lifestyle as she sees fit.” Her service to me was out of her need for discipline. Her affections you will find strong, but that is because she loves the paddle and craves the cane. You will find her a delight to take to leather events and conferences and quite the slut for public display and humiliation. She has prepared herself for this and even more, she requested be sold to you her friends in the lifestyle.”
“Ladies and Gentleman, you see her excitement and sex is already quite stimulated.” Alex turned her around and bent her over and began to spank her ass. Slowly at first, evenly spreading the impact between the two cheeks. Bracing his weight squarely he carried most of the weight on his feet, but then he lifted her head up and started slapping her pubic area and Jeanine moaned with pleasure. After about 5 minutes of increasingly stronger succession of slaps, she sucked in her breath, panted and wiggled her ass signaling she was ready for more. “I have trained her to take pain and turn it into the endorphin rush of pleasure. She can take up to a seven on the pain scale and given more training, she could probably reach an eight. “ With that Jeanine wiggled again, and the audience laughed at her eagerness. She is not a screamer and as you can see her body is in beautiful shape. She wears a size 10 and she has a lovely leather wardrobe and a fetish for Victorian corsets. She is interested in some sexual play but has hard limits on scat, cutting, and age play. Bruising and accidental cuts are fine. She has a stable job and lives alone. But does not want to play in her space.” Alex pulled on her nipple rings. “Such a delightful responsive, this submissive will be hours of fun.”
“Mistress Amber spoke up, “Whom does she desire to serve?”
“Another excellent question. I have not played with her outside my own home and only at a few leather events across the country. She has happily submitted to Domme’s at these events, and from her reports afterwards, she has enjoyed them greatly. She shines beautifully in the hands of a strong, demanding Dominant of any sex good slave material.” Alex patted her head. “Mistress Riva and I would be very pleased to see Jeanine in one of your households for service as you see fit. She has been a good pet, powerful bottom, a gentle submissive and a great slut. It is my pleasure to present her and ask that you start the bidding. And there are no minimum bids, so let’s start at one peso.” Alex let the audience laugh that gave him a moment to turn away, clear his throat and wipe a tear away.
“Can she be trained to switch? Jonathan asked, a bisexual switch who transferred here with the Army.
“If you wish, but remember that you take on a much larger and demanding role in her life. She has a ravenous sexual appetite, so should be cautious about putting a flogger in her hand.” Alex glanced over to me, and smiled.
“We all know we can’t get all our dining pleasure from the same restaurant, we want variety. And Jeanine offers that variety. “I’ve printed her stats here along with her contact information, now who shall start the bid for this fine slave princess?” Four hands shot up.
~~~~~~~
The trucks were waiting for Alex and I to lead our caravan across the desert and we made the trip in two long days. He walked over to the moving crew and asked them to give them a few minutes while they opened the house and they could begin unloading. Alex opened the front door and waited for me to enter the house first. When he started to follow me I blocked the doorway and turned to him saying, “Who is Master of this house?”
“You are Mistress” Alex responded his head now bowed in submission.
“And only the Master enters on two feet.” Before he could move, trembling, I knelt down bowing my head in submission. “And this day you are the Master and I am the slave.”
Alex smiled and lifted my chin in his hand, “You have indeed trained me well for this day.”
After the boxes were unloaded, and Alex reclined on the couch and I knelt on my monogrammed pillow resting my head on his knee, we finished pizza in our new home. “Sir, why did you chose me over Jeanine?”
“You’re training was complete.”
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